Not very constructive.

Had one of those mornings where half the people I "interacted" with seemed to be in a shite awful mood. One caused by me, apparently. I think it had something to do with the MTV Unplugged CD at work, though how anyone who listens to that can be offended by my witty repartee I'll never know.

So I decided to be mature and adult about it. You know, the don't let their bad mood rub off on me etc etc etc. But in reality I just bitched and moaned to anyone stupid enough to listen to me. Plus it is raining and I got stuck in TWO separate crowds of people watching jugglers (at least one was juggling fire clubs, or whatever you call them) when I was on my way to a very important, yet clandestine, shoe buying appointment. What is the point of jugglers/ing? Almost as aggravating as unicycling - woo hoo, you've got great balance. I don't care. Though I do have a truly shocking sense of balance & can barely walk in a straight line, which did once result in the cliched (how do I do accents on this bloody thing?) fall off the balance beam in school gym class. Only I didn't as much "fall off" as "fall onto", one leg to the left, one to the right.

And, yes, it does hurt quite alot when that happens, but I did a great job of walking away as if I hadn't a care in the world. Almost as much fun as when I got hit in the head with a hockey ball, though at least that made me laugh intermittently for the rest of the day. Or the time I ran into a rose bush wearing shorty shorts (it was the 70s). Could explain my fascination with high level gymnastics? Feel the fear and do it anyway. Or, in my case, watch it on TV and hope noone's kneecaps implode.